Dm C Yeah, she said, "Baby, don't go"Bb A But you and I got to be for you and IDm C This that do or die, Po Pimp shit, recordin' in the 'StuyBb A And I get so high that I forgot 'bout last night, rightDm C Yeah, she said, "Baby, don't go"Bb A But you and I got to be for you and IDm C This that do or die, Po Pimp shit, recordin' in the 'StuyBb A And I get so high that I forgot 'bout last night, right [Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott & (Zombie Juice)]Dm C In a world (in a world) full of thieves (full of thieves)Bb A We see diamonds (we see diamonds) we see keys (we see keys)Dm C If the issue (if the issue) talk to me (talk to me)Bb A If I miss you (If I miss you) it's cause you're deep (it's cause you're deep)Dm C In a world (in a world) full of thieves (full of thieves)Bb A We see diamonds (we see diamonds) we see keys (we see keys)Dm C If the issue (if the issue) talk to me (talk to me)Bb A If I miss you (If I miss you) it's cause you're deep (it's cause you're deep) [Verse 1: Erick Arc Elliott]Dm C Bb Ooh, I say we struggle, it's hard livin', streets have been unforgivin'A Dm Smoke weed, hold deep conversations with winnersC 'Cause these my brothers, love 'em to deathBb A Dm Written in stone, so when I'm gone, they 'uggin' our breathC Don't frequent Hell, Gorillaz pin on lapelBb A There's six grams in the blunt, on a mission to find myselfDm C Growin' and breakin' ties, cryin' and savin' livesBb A Couldn't be discontent, temptation arrives [Verse 2: Zombie Juice]Dm C Yeah, I'm patiently waitingBb A But I don't really give a fuck if we ain't in your rotationDm C I put the heart up on this bitch and can't nobody take itBb A Brooklyn niggas, we take it, Flatbush baby, gon' make itDm C Check it, but these my brothers, love 'em to deathBb A Written in stone, until I'm gone, we puffin' the deathDm C No concern, nah, compare us, how?Bb A Cool milli off the merch, SoundScan's shuttin' down now [Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliott]Dm C I put the bread down on something I wanted for yearsBb A If my brother need some money, man I prol'ly sell that shit, heyDm C Break it into pieces, ooh, wow; there it isBb A Brothers make real beats, bomb lyricistDm C Brothers look the other way, nothing come to trouble mateBb A This is why I love you dog, smokin' at your mama's cribDm C My brother not a local, my brother travel continentsBb A No need to find a hotel, my brothers got the couch and shit [Verse 4: Meechy Darko + sample]Dm C Debra's only son, he was conceived in King's CountyBb A That was '89, by '92 he was already rowdyDm C Misunderstood since he crawled out the womb, the only childBb A And his momma workin' three jobs, one was dealin' with dramaDm C 'Cause I was wildin', he used to rarely see his fatherBb A They seperated, couldn't keep his dick in his pajamasDm C Because he was out there hustlin', tryin' to be a providerBb A Tryin' to turn a pretty penny into a million dollarsDm C They tell you 'bout my family, that bipolar disorderBb A And due to karma, my first youngin’ gon’ be a daughterDm C When I was 5, I told my mom I wanted to dieBb A Then we cry, the crazy shit, man, it wasn’t a lieDm C Man, this life, is filled with stressBb A So much oppressed, call New York City "9"Dm C Bb I sit alone and reflect, took me 28 years to realize that I'm blessedA Dm Aunt Pam died from cancer; I quit them cigarettesC Bb Weight of world on my shoulder—I just finished my repsA Dm All addicted to drugs, we all addicted to sexC Bb Feelin' so self-destructive, like I’m clingin' to deathA Dm Took my five-digit check and copped some bigger baguettesC Bb Took a look at my ring, finger charm on my neckA Dm Still in touch with myself, that flashy shit won't prevailC Bb I really be shopping for happiness, but that shit ain't for saleA Dm But if you don’t show ‘em then they won’t think you do it wellDm C I heard that blood's thicker than them Atlanta strippersBb A But these my brothers, I ain't got real brothers to know the differenceDm C And, Erick, if I could, I'd give your mama my kidneyBb A 'Cause she my momma, too, I promise youDm C I ride for my niggas, die for my niggasBb A Load .4-5 (Rah-rah!) pull homicide for my niggasDm C Word up, 'cause you my brothers, love 'em to deathBb A Written in stone, I take my heart and rip it out my chestDm C To prove to you that it's Zombie Gang, rotten fleshBb A That's to the death, nigga—no more, nothing lessDm C True, indeed, Juice, if you ever off or bleedBb A Dm I'm takin' care of your seeds, even if that means millions in fees for custodyC Bb She wildin' out on court, I’m like, "Give that bitch what she needs."A ("Order in the court!") Judge, please ("Order!")Dm C I guess I still got alot to maturin' to doBb A I know we still got a whole lot of world tourin' to doDm C This game is supposed to be locked in, I leak throughBb A Like a real bad pussy pad, watch me seep throughDm C Ooh, it’s Darky, baby; a whole different hueBb A My grand-daddy got 8 balls; come and get a cueDm C I come from the struggle, motherfucker, get a clueBb A Headshot, red dot, now make a move [Chorus: Erick Arc Elliott & (Zombie Juice)]Dm C In a world (in a world) full of thieves (full of thieves)Bb A We see diamonds (we see diamonds) we see keys (we see keys)Dm C If the issue (if the issue) talk to me (talk to me)Bb A If I miss you (If I miss you) it's cause you're deep (it's cause you're deep)Dm C In a world (in a world) full of thieves (full of thieves)Bb A We see diamonds (we see diamonds) we see keys (we see keys)Dm C If the issue (if the issue) talk to me (talk to me)Bb A If I miss you (If I miss you) it's cause you're deep (it's cause you're deep)
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